Asha spends 9 MP to remain in Slash Stance, moving to X8, and attacks Marauder6 with her sword.

Destiny observes the Gestalt, since it's in range. Destiny then runs to X18 and stabs Duelist 6.

The House
Nidra
Power Nap self.
Play Soft Chime Perseverance.
Move to G16.
Last Dream Maraud8.

Trellis Guardian
Vine Wrap Maraud2.

Remiel acts before Mexagon, but after Auth. Because it can't act before being revived .

Remiel steps to T23 and uses a free Cherry Energy on Missiles 12 and 13. This lets Remiel take them over with Triangle God. Remiel then basicattacks MTU2. Lonely Storm kicks in to hit Duelist3 three times, Missile 1 twice, and Missile 2 once. Mantle is inactive, so Remiel gets full MP from the damage. Stonks. The missiles then fly up to hit an Airship part each. Just, uh, aim them at whatever parts aren't already broken.

When Mexagon moves adjacent, Remiel will use Brown Mantle on them. As they move, Remiel uses Cherry Energy to down Missiles as they come into range, until Los! Los! Los! is achieved.

Auth uses his Special to resurrect Mari, Remiel and the dead Rocketeer.

Zone 0 - The House

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Battle - The House

Well, that certainly worked. But since someone else is dealing with the Gestalt from here on out, Lato and Latwo exchange a glance (somehow going through the wall to do so).

"Luckily, coordinating with myself is relatively trivial."
"Indeed it is. Shall we?"

Note - this happens AFTER Irongutta, and Latwo is first.

Lato flings herself out the window, moving to L15, then falls onto the first floor. This barely hurts due to her ridiculous SHP. She then blasts Nordviken.

Wow, foamcrits really screwed that up, didn't they? Lato doesn't move and just blasts the Gestalt's body.

Latwo has more complicated things to do. She moves to R15, then goes down a floor. She then makes a request.

"R8. I have need of your services."

That request is, of course, for R8 to place an Ammo Box on R14. Once he's done that, she uses that to reload her rifle, then blasts Nordviken as well. he got yeeted so uhhh she blasts Engine4 so hard it immediately explodes.

...

Oh yes and she also casts Overload

Berg continues talking with Nordviken!

cA: I see. At least the helmet is accurate, I suppose. Plenty get that wrong, include horns for some reason.

cA: And I can say that they aren't just stories, at least in my dimension. Because I AM a jotnar, myself. And I can say that I, personally, have died three times today, and survived.

cA: But we are not just strength. There are those within my people's ranks that care only for battle, for slaughter. They conquer. Enslave or destroy those they deem unworthy...

cA: But those with the true heart of a warrior rise above base desires. We few hold one ideal above all: honor. Something that, despite your words, you do not currently possess. You employed treachery and deceit, both antithesis of the ideal of honor. You betrayed the Chairians who thought you allies. Used them and tossed them aside. What would you say of them if they turned on you first?

cA: And let me predict what you might say in response. You say that you do, that you comport yourself well in battle. But this is but one facet of honor. Honor has many facets to it, like a sparkling crystal. One of its faces is not the whole gem, and holds little value apart from the rest.

cA: You might say that you believe the Chairians were not deserving of your alliance, and thus your deed was no sin. But this is wrong. It does not matter what you believe. Your oath was to be their ally. Excuses do not matter in the face of a broken oath. If you were not willing to ever keep it, then you should not have placed yourself in the situation at all.

cA: You might say that you believed the Chairians are the ones without honor, and that they would have betrayed you before long, with you simply pre-empting them. And to that I say, so what? Their actions are independent of yours. Simply because you believe that they do not have honor, does not give an excuse to abandon yours as well. In fact, it was a perfect chance to prove it, that you hold to your ideals above all else. Instead, you turned on them, with quick justifications as to why.

cA: And you might say that your oaths to you king, IKEA, and to your compatriots and people are more important. This is a harder choice, and one that I understand. It is sadly common for oaths to conflict with one another, which even I have struggled with. But an oath is an oath, a word-bond that must be honored. Ask yourself if you wish to keep company with and give oaths to those who would so happily break theirs, and whether they are worthy of yours.

cA: Honor should be your soul, your life. With it, even in defeat you win, even in disgrace you will ascend to Valhalla. You chose to abandon that in exchange for quick victories here, instead of a paradise of battle for eternity.

cA: But you still have a chance to leave this fight, to atone and pursue true honor.

Berg eats the Temmie Powder Cake copy from Winter Blast, moves to O21, and uses Nothing Ventured on Nordviken!

cA: What do you choose, Nordviken?

Battle: The House

Irongutta waits for the nearby Ignihorn to buff him, then activates his special. It's a lovely day for a Waaagh!

Running to M23, he activates Together We Dance and hits Nordviken with a mighty chop from Magnolia!

Moving after Hexagon and before Lato and Marron:

Kalis2 moves to F10, activates Helixian Processor, and casts Force Nail on the Scrap Metal Gestalt.

Kalis1 moves to O15 and casts Focus Energy as a bonus action on Latwo, then activates Helixian Processor, which should finish charging their special. (If it's not charged, Kalis2 casts Focus Energy as a bonus action on themself, which should get it for sure.) They activate Improbable Incantation. First they cast Eagle Eye on Marron. Then they self-cast Encapsulate choosing HP and current status conditions, just in case. Finally, they cast Null Somnum on the Rocketeer Auth revived. Finally, they cast Eagle Eye on Marron.

<ROUND 319>

Adria and Mari continue to be in motion, by default. Up in space, the whole crystal situation is giving her a moderate headache. She's gonna need to write one hell of a report on the whole crystal thing. Though Mari would probably offer to help, she didn't even see the darn thing. It'd be hard for her to get a reference point.

Regarding other matters, Adria can cook pretty alright, but doing any truly complex recipes would likely result in an EN-913 tier disaster. Mari shrugs.

MARI: Cooking's hard. What can we say?
MARI: Don't tell Marron that, though. She'll definitely lord it over me.

The two then drink in the drone bay, Adria educating Mari on it a little. She managed to create this whole facility herself. It probably helps that her salary was high, and that materials are readily available to her.

MARI: Really? Y-You... built all of t-this!?
MARI: Like, even if you had drones helping you, that still counts.
MARI: One hell of a summer project. Or... however long this took.
MARI: Goddamn. I've said before you have a knack for this stuff, but seriously.

Then, with permission obtained from Adria, Mari receives a box of various materials from one of Adria's many drones. Mari looks around, searching for a workbench of sorts. Though, even if this room had one... she'd probably want to be somewhere more fitting. Somewhere where she couldn't accidentally destroy a drone, and cause a chain reaction that'd titanic the whole goddamn space station.

MARI: So... you have a whole robotics lab, too?
MARI: Hell yeah! Show me the way, please!
MARI: Wonder what sort of wacky gorilla you've got in store there?

Once the two get settled into the lab, Mari approaches... whatever sort of station Adria recommends. Though, as one might know, the most important step to any build is the planning stage! And Mari... is suffering from a moderate case of idea overload.

MARI: U-Uh... what to do?
MARI: We can add screen faces of course, but we can also consider railguns, teleportation, rocket pods, some sort of chrono stasis device for status effects or enemies, suicidal functionality because that's cool, grenade launchers, railguns again, improved engines, something something black holes, that camera from inscryption...
MARI: I'd do all of those, but we don't have too much time before we slam our gorillas into the Sphere.
MARI: Help me out? Just gotta decide...

Truly, the hardest task the two of them have faced yet. Overcoming decision paralysis.

---

Hexagon rolls to taunt Ekedalen! Weren't the attacks of his allies earlier really freakin' impressive? Kallax got beaned, the airship was almost destroyed... all cool, right? Ekedalen nods.

EKEDALEN: Yeah, yeah. They were cool.
EKEDALEN: But seriously, what can a bunch of foot soldiers hope to do against a goddamn airship?
EKEDALEN: So maybe you managed to dent the outer hull. There's no way you can harm what's inside. The magnum opus!
EKEDALEN: Besides, what's this sassy, lost child gonna do?

Kallax points his missile launcher towards Marron, who floats ominously in the distance. This sassy, lost child is gonna kill off an entire species within the next three minutes.

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Star attempts to deposit a Liar. Given that the target is frozen, it's not hard to put them into the inventory, and then drop them off at Droplet's. This hits the threshold of 10 Iti at Droplet's.

DROPLET: Wow. You actually did it.
DROPLET: Didn't think setting some sort of arbitrary rewards system would actually make you do free labor.
DROPLET: Hell, I don't even have any rewards planned, really.
DROPLET: But uh, for reaching ten...
DROPLET: How about I give you... uh...
DROPLET: ...tttthis garbage I found lying around. And you'll be thankful for it.

2 Songstress's Records enter the inventory.

DROPLET: Bet you'll be thankful for this ugly-gorilla, gaudy sphere, too.
DROPLET: But hey. Beggars can't be choosers, right?

A Smash Ball enters the inventory.

DROPLET: And, uh...
DROPLET: Look, I don't know what you idiots like.
DROPLET: Have some... grass clippings.

10 units of weed enter the inventory.

DROPLET: Be thankful, you degenerates.
DROPLET: Anyway, now that I have a proper roster of allies to choose from... I want gorilla revenge for Daikon.
DROPLET: But don't worry. I'll be civil about it. As civil as you deserve, anyway.
DROPLET: Go on. Grab some of your friends. We're going to throw down, and I'm going to beat all of your gorillas. It will be quick and violent.
DROPLET: ...As long as my friends here cooperate.
DROPLET: Yume better get off her gorilla...

DROPLET: And uh... as "encouragement", if you win, I'll give you more random bits of assorted garbage. That stuff you seem to love so much.
DROPLET: Maybe this small tin full of robots? I don't know.

The Droplet Duel is now available! Defeat her, and you'll get some nice goodies! It's also probably going to be really, really difficult. Except to fight multiple Eliti-class foes with minimal units, possibly with modified stats. It'll probably be the ultimate test of teamwork!

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Bergilmir chats with his new BFF, Nordviken. Or uh, it seems if they are BFF's, they're certainly going through a rocky bit at the moment. Bergilmir explains that he is one of the "legendary" jotnar. And, while there are those among his ranks who care only for slaughter, there are those among him that crave something more- true honor. Something that Nordviken himself lacks. Twang. Arrow through the heart. Or uh, core.

NORDVIKEN: Ouch, dude.
NORDVIKEN: I do my best to uphold honor where I can.
NORDVIKEN: Ultimately, I am but a soldier. To turn against the Chairian people was not my idea, nor something I wished to perform.
NORDVIKEN: And, truthfully... in the ideal circumstances, we would simply claim the head and leave the Chairian peoples be.
NORDVIKEN: It is unfortunate that a house with the defenses of the mightiest stronghold lies in-between us and our king.

NORDVIKEN: Now, you say that I could leave to atone.
NORDVIKEN: But, would I ever truly be capable of attaining honor if I decided to forsake my allies on the battlefield?
NORDVIKEN: They require my assistance, so I shall do my best to attain our victory.

Also, something from last post. Would Marron be interested in a rematch?

MARRON: I mean... sure?
MARRON: Don't get mad if I accidentally paint you across the floors.
MARRON: I'll be sure to make a nice plushie in your memory if I do, though.

fight fight fight

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<THE HOUSE BESIEGED (AGAIN), ROUND 5>
The heavens part as Marron maximizes the potential energy output of her Crimson Eyes. Throwing down her weapon, Marron can't help but cackle maniacally. Outshining even the moon, Marron's Crimson Eyes became a torrent of energy that could be seen for miles. Chairians and Tabletopians would come to call this The Red Night, the crimson light bathing the world in an ominous hue of blood-red.

With a simple turn of her head, the pillar of light that shone down upon the world instead fell down upon the Scrap Metal Gestalt. Though she struggles to cleave through the vessel, smoke pouring from her eyes... there's still one final shot. One pulsar of energy left. There's a deafening bang as Marron's energy output peaks. Like a one-thousand degree knife through butter, the Gestalt, along with a third of the continent, is cut in two. The deluge of crimson ceases, the moon's light no longer tainted by scarlet.

The world takes a moment to register just what happened to the Gestalt. The craft, torn rather neatly in two, slams into the ground in two halves, overflowing energy and heat causing it to explode on impact. Left floating in the air is a still-very-bisected Tabletopian fighter craft, with a variety of interesting modifications. A pity. It seems like it would've been an interesting Phase 2, were it not currently in the process of fusing into a heap of slag metal. One which too, falls to the ground. And explodes. Because of course it does.

Ekedalen, still vaguely clinging onto consciousness, has but one thing to say.

EKEDALEN: what the actual gorilla
EKEDALEN: how the gorilla

The Gestalt destroyed, Marron touches down a floor below, immediately flushing her eyes out with a bottle of WATERDRANK™ Official Licensed Product. As scrap begins to rain down from the skies, Chaos is sure to sell some titanium umbrellas at 200% markup. As the scrap begins to pelt the Tabletopian forces, the gravity of their situation kicks in. Screams abound, a full-fledged retreat of the battlefield is executed in record time.

The chains of Thyme around IKEA's head canister loosen and fade. Acacia, cackling to herself much like Marron was moments ago, kicks the canister up into the air with her foot, snagging it and carrying it outside. She plants it down next to the remnants of the Scrap Metal Gestalt, laughing all the while.

ACACIA: Ikea, Ikea, Ikea.
ACACIA: Look at this gorilla. Isn't it grand?
ACACIA: All your stupid loyalists are either smoldering heaps of whatever, or are running for the hills.
ACACIA: How do you feel, big guy?
IKEA: YOUR-VICTORY-WAS
IKEA: NOT-SCIENTIFICALLY-POSSIBLE
ACACIA: Awwww, look at you, you lil' dumbgorilla.
ACACIA: Unable to comprehend that some stupid idiot children destroyed your hopes, dreams, and personal legions?
ACACIA: WELCOME TO THE CLUB, gorillaHOLE.

With a pap on the canister, Acacia leaves IKEA to gawk at the destruction that's been left behind.

IKEA: I-SUPPOSE-THIS-IS-THE-END-THEN?
IKEA: STOP-DRAGGING-THIS-OUT-AND-FINALLY-LET-ME-DIE
IKEA: I-DIED-LONG-AGO
IKEA: RECONSTITUTED-AND-LEFT-IN-THIS-CANISTER-TO-SUFFER
IKEA: PUT-AN-END-TO-THIS.
ACACIA: I mean, I could totally kill you if you wanted.
ACACIA: But, I'm sure that it'd be far more agonizing if I handed you to Omo and let her make sweet, sweet love to your skull with the crushy end of her sledgehammer.

ACACIA: ...On the other hand, the Spherebreakers probably have a plan for you. Probably.
ACACIA: Better be flashy, at the very least.

What is the plan for IKEA, anyway? With the Tabletopians gone though, you have all the time in the world to think of something. Maybe launch his head into the sun. Let Omorika dismantle him. Or maybe do nothing. Who knows?

But with that, the Tabletopians have been repelled! We'll take a round for anyone to process the aftermath or maybe make repairs to the house, then the day will finally, properly tick over! You can then make plans to fight Droplet, a big heckin' beaver, or a shopkeeper once that happens.

Hexagon glances down at the smoldering remains of the Gestalt, and gives Marron a thumbs up.

HEXAGON: IMPRESSIVE WORK.
HEXAGON: NOW, NEEDLEWORKER, I DO NOT MEAN TO ALARM YOU, BUT I DO BELIEVE WITH THESE DEATHS WE HAVE SINGLE HANDEDLY WIPED OUT THE ENTIRE TABLETOPIAN MILITARY.
HEXAGON: I STILL DEALT MORE DAMAGE THOUGH.

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Hexagon hands Acacia 50 Credits. I mean, someone has to do it.

He also nudges IKEA's head away from the Chairwitch, just so that she doesn't try and burn him to death.
HEXAGON: I BELIEVE THE TABLETOPIAN TYRANT WOULD BEST BE DEALT WITH BY THE CHAIRIAN GOVERNMENT POST-SPHERE.
HEXAGON: THOUGH THAT CAN THAT HE HAS BEEN RESTRAINED TO DOES VIOLATE QUITE A FEW WARTIME CRIMINAL PROTOCOLS.
HEXAGON: NAMELY: ALL OF THEM. WOODWORMS, PROLONGED SUFFERING, BODILY RESTRAINT..
HEXAGON: THERE ARE MANY WHO WOULD PROBABLY HAVE WORDS WITH THE MANUFACTURER OF THAT CAN.

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The Sleuth. Hexagon runs over to The Sleuth, and displays to him a picture of the cage off in Cellblock Omega. Y'know, the one that the Cultist was saying had a puzzle? And a secret room? That seems right up the Problem Sleuth's alley.

HEXAGON: DETECTIVE. I WOULD LIKE TO TEMPORARILY HIRE YOU FOR THE JOB OF: SOLVING THIS PUZZLE. I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT ARRANGING PRISONERS IN A CERTAIN WAY IN THESE CELLS WILL REVEAL A UNKNOWN ROOM. I WOULD LIKE YOUR SERVICES IN DEDUCING THIS PUZZLE. YOU SEEM EQUIPPD FOR IT. HAT AND ALL.

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The House - Tabletopian Cleanup. Hexagon pokes R8 as the latter contemplates Grand Theft Rocket Launcher.

HEXAGON: FEEL FREE TO INDEFINITELY BORROW THE EQUIPMENT OF THE ENEMY PYRO. I SUSPECT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE BETTER AND MORE PROLONGED USE OF IT THEN HE DID.
HEXAGON: MAKE YOUR SELECTION QUICK. THE ATTACKERS WILL NEED TO BE IMPRISONED OR DISPOSED OF BEFORE DAYBREAK, AFTER ALL.

Hexagon then procures some glowing red rope and wraps up the Tabletopian Terror Trio. While he ruminates on that excellent band name, he disarms their knocked out forms and searches around for some good spot to put these idiots- Actually, don't the Spherebreakers have that Duneyrr. He checks Rosie to see if she still has the intact prisons that the original Duneyrr model had, and if they're functioning. If they are, he splits up the Tabletopians and throws each one into a cell, and taps Rosie to inform her.

HEXAGON: FELLOW MACHINE. PRISONERS, ATTEMPTED ASSAULTERS ON CENTRAL BASE OF OPERATIONS.
HEXAGON: IDEAL SITUATION IS FOR THEM TO BE SECURED UNTIL RETURN OF MAIN COMBAT GROUP FROM COMBAT IN THE SPHERE. OR, BARRING A FULL RETURN, RETURN OF ANY SPHEREBREAKERS OF VERIFIABLE REPUTATION.
HEXAGON: ALL THREE ARE LIKELY DANGEROUS. THE MECHANICAL ONE MAY BE ABLE TO INFLUENCE YOUR ROBOTIC AND ENTROPIC MAKE UP. KEEP A EYE ON THEM: LIVING METAL MORPHING AND SMALL ARMS SHOULD BE SUFFICIENT.
HEXAGON: CENTRAL BASE AND BACKUP SPHEREBREAKERS ARE LIKELY AVAILABLE SHOULD TROUBLE ARISE. ESCAPE OF THE THREE WOULD LIKELY BE UNADVISABLE FOR CHAIRIAN RELATIONS AND LIFESPANS. LIKELY WORST POSSIBLE OUTCOME UNLESS YOU ARE AT CHANCE OF DESTRUCTION.

Done hopefully giving Rosie way too much info then is needed to contain three unconscious war criminals, Hexagon skates back over to the house entrance, scanning The Hole Formerly Known As the House Entrance. He glances up at the.. astonishing nothingness of this. While I'm sure this can all be explained but whatever the Secretary is saying, i have no idea how to read their text This is concerning. He pulls out a scanner and points it oblivion-wards, giving it a scan. Oblivion magykks? A Tabletopian device? That bomb did have mechanical tendrils, wouldn't do good to have some sort of device planted in the base as we sleep. Y'know. Paranoia is nice.

If the scan returns something of import, he looks at it. More likely, if it returns nothing, he hops over to Omorika and pokes her.

HEXAGON: ANY IDEAS AS TO THE SOURCE OF THAT.. CRATER.
HEXAGON: THE VOID IT HAS BECOME SEEMS SUSPECT TO ME, AND MY DATABANKS DO NOT CONTAIN DETAILS ON TABLETOPIAN WEAPONS BEYOND THEIR OBVIOUS APPLICATION OF FIRE AND STANDARD WEAPONARY.
HEXAGON: ANY INFO YOU CAN MUSTER?

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Finally, Hexagon shoots up into the sky and hovers a good bit above the house with his armor, scanning the horizon for any sight of the Fell God. I mean, the thing is massive. Gotta be out there somewhere... Maybe not visible from here, but he does make sure to note down if he sees where it's residing (so we can kill it) or if it's coming towards the house. Y'know, so we don't die. That's important.

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Hexagon ponders the incoming Foam nerf. A single tear runs down his mechanical face. Even if Foam probably really really deserves it.

Anyway, he then proceeds to stare directly at Missile Commander and ponder his next impending gamebreak

Well, with his whole set of tasks for the night complete, he levitates up to the roof of the house with the flight systems on his armor. Standing there, his glowing red form dims slightly, as he enters.. low power mode, probably. Still, he keeps his eyes scanning the horizon, searching for any source of another threat approaching or in the distance- This would be a unfortunate time for a Tabletopian retribution firebombing, or the Fell God to swoop down and instantly kill all of us.

I mean, I know that's not going to happen, but..

STAT CHANGES

Star deducts 12 KP from DEF and purchases both Opening Act and Fervent Emotion.

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LAST MINUTE SHOPPING

The Reflector heads to the Rosen Catacombs and finds the Smith sleeping in the rubble room. They offer to buy the chestplate from the Smith, because why not?

They also pay the Sleuth to scan the Tabletopian Hijacks.

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ZONE 0

"Lilac" hops down from the roof to meet Chi. She did burn a few rebels to death, didn't she? Oh, well, collateral damage.

"LILAC": Oh, hey, boss! Or, not-actually-boss. Should I still pretend to be a rebel?
"LILAC": Listen, setting fire to that building was the only way I was getting inside! And if I hadn't done that, the Spherebreakers wouldn't have found out Cypress was a Tabletopian, and...
"LILAC": Well, you probably would have tried to kill them and steal the glyphs to appease your troops and those Tabletopian guys, right? You were preparing Mechonis for it and everything.
"LILAC": So really, I saved everyone a lot of violence. Lilac Syringa, secret agent, diplomat and hero!
"LILAC": ...I can be a little rough around the edges, sure, but sometimes you need to break eggs to make an omelette, right?

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SYMPHONY HALL

The Warlock laughs again and shakes her head.

THE WARLOCK: sry i always 4get how cagey flecty is lol
THE WARLOCK: i figured their thaumaturge mirror woulda monologued bout everything already but maybe he kept his mouth shut 4 once
THE WARLOCK: number 5 isn't the reflector
THE WARLOCK: lemme show u

She presses her finger to her temple and begins to concentrate... when suddenly, another door swings open at the top of a staircase.

THE WARLOCK: well nevermind speak of the devil

A familiar-looking disheveled girl with frizzy white hair and red eyes emerges from it, unconsciously picking at a nasty blister on her skin. She scans the room and sees the Warlock and Hannah down below.

THE SCION: You're back!

As the Scion runs down the stairs, the Warlock mutters words in a language Hannah does not understand, and a spectral, starry image of her appears a few feet away. The Scion hugs the astral projection tightly.

THE WARLOCK: yeah yeah i was gone 4 a couple days cut me a break
THE SCION: I missed you.
THE WARLOCK: yeah u 2 girly

The Scion lets go of the hug and looks Hannah up and down.

THE SCION: ...Who is your friend here?
THE WARLOCK: flecty's actually
THE WARLOCK: she's on the sussui mission. name's hannah
THE WARLOCK: apparently the 2 of them killed some tyrants together
THE WARLOCK: crazy stuff
THE SCION: Oh! That sounds fun.
THE SCION: ...Do you think other-me was involved?
THE WARLOCK: they poisoned 1 to death so yea probably
THE WARLOCK: anyway hannah scion, scion hannah
THE WARLOCK: i think u were about to explain ur long string of murders or something?

She raises an eyebrow at Hannah. The Scion giggles and finds a chair to sit down in.

Post-Battle Hangover

Adria, fixated on the Mechonis immediately next to her which is stasis'd into being completely incapable of movement, rips open the hatch with the Fluxblood Gundam and picks up the Tabletopian inside by the head, holding it up to her own face.

ADRIA: ...Send your platoon a little message for me, hm?
ADRIA: You should be ashamed of yourselves. Utterly ashamed. Not because of your failure to acquire your king, but for not thinking for yourselves and blindly following what I can only describe as a war criminal.
ADRIA: What sick peckneck on this planet of wood people believed that... firebombings were an okay thing to do!?
ADRIA: What a disgrace.

Adria drags then to the window as she opens it.

ADRIA: Off with you. Better catch up to them. Seems they left you for dead, just like the others they left.
ADRIA: ...Cowards, not even fending for their own...

Adria ferociously throws the Tabletopian pilot out the window, out into the streets. What happens to them after that is none of her business.

...Primarily because the alcohol is starting to hit her hard, stumbling as she exits the Fluxblood Gundam, leaning forward as she places her arm on the wall. With her free hand, she clutches her head in agony.

ADRIA: uuuuuuuuughhh...

Making use of whatever little strength she has left, Adria forces herself to get out of the room, ungracefully passing out the moment she closes the door behind her. She ends up sprawled out on the floor of the hallway.

She didn't really want to sleep, but I guess tonight it's kinda involuntary.

Hecking candy corn liquor.

---

On the not-so-drunk side of things, while Dorothy is still snug in her bed and Sophia moved to dancing near IKEA's head as the ultimate form of humiliation, a Shadow Hannah appears from the canister's shadow and delivers a hearty smack and a giggle to it.

HANNAH: "Scientifically impossible" to lose?
HANNAH: Funny. Reeeeeal funny.
HANNAH: Except, y'know, actually funny.

Hannah paps the canister again.

HANNAH: If it were up to me to choose how I'd kill you, I'd choose the exact same way you killed thousands, and how your mindless zealots would've killed us all after they got you.
HANNAH: How does a firebomb sound? Hehehe...
HANNAH: I'm sure a number of chairians would agree to a little karmic justice~

She winks at Acacia. Then, turns her gaze tot he house and rolls her eyes.

HANNAH: But, of course, the rest of the Spherebreakers probably want a... respectful execution at worst, or something. Like, come on, seriously?
HANNAH: Why glorify this piece of trash?
HANNAH: How horrible does someone need to be in order to force anything around here!?
HANNAH: I swear, I will never understand the thought process behind some of these people...

She stays silent for a bit.

HANNAH: ...Whatever. It's out of my hands, not that it was in mine to begin with.
HANNAH: Gotta go. Just a hunch that someone's coming.

She doesn't stick around a second longer, the shadow morphing back into the usual canister shape.

...Sophia's still around though. She dancin' the night away.

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Mari & Adria in Space

Adria nods as the two head down the elevator again with the crate of parts in tow. They head to the robotics lab (which is the second door from the cockpit) and enter.

Inside there's a ton of large machinery. It's a lot like the machining and fabrication room in the Skylabs, but with significantly more and much better electronics-making equipment. There's also a few drone bays located there for new drone designs. There's a laser-cutting machining table with several different sizes, robotic arms extending from the bench for especially large or fine work, soldering benches both manual and automatic, several displays for inputting modular designs as well as for magnifying very fine details for easier work, an entire station dedicated to putting machinery together... it really puts the stuff in the Skylabs to shame.

ADRIA: In total, this entire station took about three years to complete.
ADRIA: Accounting for time dilation, though, it might've ended up being more like 10.
ADRIA: Yeah it took a while. Had to make sure everything worked together nicely.
ADRIA: But, anyway, drones.

Adria considers Mari's ideas for a few moments.

ADRIA: ...Probably not black holes. That has the potential to go very poorly very quickly if not treated with care. Wouldn't want to accidentally eat a planet.
ADRIA: I'm not sure on suicidal functionality either. It feels like a waste of good electronics, but that's just my perspective.
ADRIA: Improved engines wouldn't be too difficult, we can sub out the old engines relatively quickly, I think.
ADRIA: Adding something chronotech related would help get your feet wet in that field... acceleration to help with weaponry, stasising someone or slowing them down, even reversion back to a certain point in time in case they get destroyed...
ADRIA: ...mmm, but I also really like the railguns and rocket pods ideas...
ADRIA: Any of those catch your fancy?

Well, she helped narrow it down at least.

---

Symphony Hall

The Warlock notes that there's something about Hannah that helped her and the Reflector get along. Hannah nods.

HANNAH: Yeah, pretty much.
HANNAH: Most of the others in the group are way too nice to everyone. Nice to a fault, more often than they'd probably like to admit.
HANNAH: Though, honestly, most of the time it's alright to be nice like that. Treating wounded soldiers when their entire platoon left them for dead, giving them a second lease on life, that kinda thing. I mean, half the time they're just doing their jobs.
HANNAH: No, the part where it crosses the line for me, and I guess the Reflector too, is the wackos running the show.
HANNAH: pecknecks like the aforementioned now-perma-dead peckneck emperor, the self-obsessed warlord of a highchair-turned-chairheir Spark who was brutally murdered by a laser from the Sphere, and some war criminal Tabletopian king called IKEA.
HANNAH: Something tells me you already know who the latter is, though. Something about something called a Godmodding War, too...
HANNAH: Well, doesn't matter much to me. They're all pecknecks all the same, willing to kill hundreds for some selfish reason or other.

She absentmindedly looks away for a moment...

HANNAH: Though... I'm not really immune to it, either...

...then returns to normal eye contact.

HANNAH: I'd go on a tirade about why the hell I'm like this in the first place, but we'd be here all day.
HANNAH: Plus I'd probably start sounding like a broken record.
HANNAH: Buuuut I guess if you want the deets anyway, just ask!

The Warlock also notes that she's not the one giving orders and doesn't know the exact reasons that the Reflector went to Sussui, and Hannah responds with a simple yet light "fair 'nuff".

---

/more?

Destiny finally crafts up her daggers.

Three people in various states of armor-wearing approach Bauhaus after the Tabletopians retreat.

"What was all that noise?" the most armored one, known to Bauhaus as Killiam, shouted. "Were you attacked just now?"

Bauhaus looks at the horizon where the enemy forces disappeared into, spear resting on his shoulder. "Indeed! Some could say that more emphasis should be put on 'were'." He leans back and has a few hearty chuckles.

The shortest one, Lambert, pulls up a notepad. "I've been looking around and the people here have a lot of powerful tech. We could refuel and repair the ship, and probably gear it up for the next, what, hundred years?"

Bauhaus sits down. "I think we should talk about this after we deal with the ominous floating ball."

Lambert looks up, and steps away. "I... think that's reasonable."

The last remaining one, Taylor, holds a sleek, simple-looking handgun, glowing a faint purple. "Hey, what's with this thing?"

Bauhaus grabs the handgun, and fires it at the ground. The gun's barrel emits a puff of smoke, and the sound of a fart with unusually high reverb. "I suggest you three stay back for now."

The three nod. "That is also reasonable," Taylor says.
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[ RESPEC ]
Bauhaus swaps his stats around. His skillpoint spread is now:
HP: 12
MP: 2
STR: 18
AGI: 12
INT: 6
SKI: 13
DEF: 13
RES: 0
SPC: 18
MOV: 6

He equips the Missile Commander and switches the Earth resistance on his Spirit on a Garlic to Water.

Auth looks grimly as the Gestalt collapses - it's pretty obvious that this was going to be the way the battle ended... or at least, something like that, but it was so quick and devastating that Auth kind of found it hard to watch. Auth quietly approaches the Tabletopians on the ground, and after restraining them, resuscitates them as best as he can.

AUTH: Alright, all of you, up... If anyone's still particularly hurt, tell me and I can patch you up some more. Sorry about this, we can't quite have you trying something like this again, even if you were going to try it.
AUTH: Ignoring the fact that you'd lose. Again.

Auth scoots the Tabletopians he woke up away to where the party is keeping its prisoners. He then looks around, slightly sombre. The house has been damaged. Not badly, not irreparably, but he wonders if there was something he could have done to prevent the damage. Either way, he starts looking to help repair the damage dealt to the house.

---

After having helped as much as he can to clean up, Auth slinks down the stairs to the semi-hotel thing that exists in the basement. He looks up to the roof, just to check whether or not the foundation of the house and the ceiling of the room is eliminated. He then approaches Nana's room - he isn't sure exactly where Nana is because he hadn't seen her during the battle, it's just a fairly solid guess - and knocks gently on the door.

AUTH: Hey, Nana. You okay in there? Holding up?
AUTH: I... can guess that might have been pretty big for you, so I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Zone 0 - The House

Verdana buys the Acacia service. When she inevitably confronts him about it, he shrugs at her.

"Honestly? I did that out of curiosity. I've kind of heard about the, uh... that kind of business before, but I don't really get the appeal myself. Why would someone want to be stepped on? Wouldn't that hurt? And don't people usually not like being hurt? I dunno, just..."

A pause, then another shrug.

"Do whatever you feel like doing, I guess?"

---

"...Tomorrow may be the last day..."

Calibri appears to have teleported to the rooftop and is currently staring off into the distance. He has a scarf on for some reason despite that never being part of his attire, and said scarf is currently blowing in the wind semi-dramatically.

---

Let's get away from the giant zombie iti creature

"..."

Nothing happened lmao

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Conclusion - The House

Lato watches as the battle concludes. She and her mirror image copy move to a better vantage point, standing side by side.

"Weapon test successful. Performance... Admirable."
"...You shall not be needing my presence any longer."
"...Hm?"
"I am but a pale reflection of you, created to serve a combat role and nothing more."
"The implications are astounding."
"Think nothing of them. Until we meet again."

The mirror image then vanishes, leaving Lato staring at the empty space for a while. She then turns and stares at the breach bomb crater, clearly confused. Given the secretary in there, though...

"...Are you in any need of assistance, strange entity?"

Asha, similarly exhausted, hops onto the bed next to Marron.

"That was some really impressive shooting! You did really well today!" She gives Marron a congratulatory headpat, then smiles wryly. "I guess I'm gonna have to step up my game a bit if I ever wanna beat that."

She spends some time fixing up the room a bit and making the bed, so they can have a comfy night despite the recent carnage. While she does so, she makes conversation with Marron.

"Hey... have you given any thought to what you'll do after we beat The Sphere? If all goes to plan, by this time tomorrow we will have destroyed it and saved the universe. Or uh, the one third of it at threat." There's a long pause, and she sighs. "Maybe we should just talk about this tomorrow, lets get some sleep."

cA: A shame... but I know the struggle, as I said before. I hope one day we will meet in a more peaceful setting, Nordviken, free of the conflict which divides us. But until then, I too have those I fight to protect.

Remiel dons the Missile Commander, realizes HP and INT are both kinda dumpable, then has a cool and normal idea.

-11 KP from HP.
-10 KP from SPC.
-4 KP from INT.
+3 KP to AGI.
+2 KP to STR.
+4 KP to SKI.
+5 KP to RES.
+9 KP to DEF.
Mana Ripper -> Encapsulate.
Bag of Tricks -> Watchful Eye.

Bookkeeping:
-Is the "50% less MP gain" in Brown Mantle base, or after scaling? It's unclear looking at the trait.
-I don't think Helixical or Anomalous are on my readout? Those should probably be there.